But it was this place that gave birth to the first unified dynasty in the history of Kyushu.
The year 2000 has been turbulent.
The former dynasty has been destroyed, leaving only the huge mausoleum, waiting stubbornly, the glory of the Great Qin.
Around the mausoleum, the sound of machinery hummed, and hundreds of construction vehicles were excavating day and night.
There are dark clouds coming from the north and gathering in the sky above.
Then came the torrential rain.
In the rain, there is the smell of blood and gunpowder.
That was the message from the northern battlefield.
The torrential rain overturned, the rain was splashing, and the wind was whimpering, as if countless undead were mourning.
Ten days ago, the northwestern section of the sixth line of defense was breached, and millions of monster legions poured in like a tide, wreaking havoc on the vast northwestern land.
Ten cities in the northwest were destroyed accordingly.
In the vast northwest, 4000 million people lost their homes and were forced to move south.
The road in front of the cemetery was crowded with fleeing people, who dragged their families along the muddy road.
The woman is holding the child, and the man is carrying the old man on his back.
The rain hit their bodies, but these people who left their homeland didn't realize it.
Just step by step, walking hard.
The long road seems to have no end in sight.
There is no hope either.
"Drip drip!"
A bus was coming, and the pedestrians who were struggling to make their way finally looked up, and a gleam of light flashed in their gloomy eyes.
Immediately afterwards, the crowd rushed towards the bus.
"I can't walk anymore, let me get in the car!"
"Son, my child has a fever, let him get in the car!"
"Please, help my mother!"
The crowd slapped the carriages, pleading.
His eyes were sunken, and the driver, who hadn't closed his eyes for three days, hissed, "It's full, there's no room, wait for the next one!"
He stepped on the gas pedal cruelly.
The crowd stared blankly at the bus away.
Some people are shouting and cursing, some are crying, but more people continue to move forward silently.
This way.
They have long been used to it.
Already numb.
Among the crowd, some city officials shouted in a hoarse voice,
"Don't be discouraged, everyone. Seventy kilometers ahead is Shangluo City. There is hot water, food, and a place to sleep. Keep going, and you'll be there soon!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man suddenly stepped forward and punched him in the face, "Hold on, hold on, how many times are you going to lie to us! From Weicheng to here, we walked for eight days, and you always said, You can rest soon, but every time, you can't enter the city!"
"My father died of exhaustion on the road, and my daughter is also sick now. If you still let us go, where else can we go?!"
The man's eyes were bloodshot, and it was unknown whether it was because of anger or despair, and his whole body was shaking.
The official lay on the ground, stunned for a moment, and struggled to get up.
His haggard face was swollen, and the corner of his mouth was split open, bleeding out.
The official wiped the blood and mud from his face and forced a smile, almost begging, "Trust me, please trust me again."
The middle-aged man raised his fist again.
But this time, facing the other party's sad smile, he couldn't do anything after all.
"Thank you."
The official turned around slowly, looked at the hundreds of people he brought out from his home city, and shouted loudly:
"Everyone, please persevere. Our home is gone, and there are millions of terrifying monsters behind us. If we are overtaken by them, none of us will survive."
"We have no way out, everyone, please persevere."
Bow deeply.
The crowd stopped looking at him, lowered their heads, and moved on.
The official was silent, and helped a lonely old man next to him, carried his burden and saluted, and walked forward with deep feet and shallow feet. Two lines of hot tears flowed out, mixed with the cold rain that slapped his face.
He muttered to himself, "I brought you out, even if you die, I will take you to a safe place."
From time to time, there are vehicles passing by, but without exception, they are full of people.
Crowd, moving forward with difficulty.
I don't know how long it took.
Military trucks, loaded with wounded soldiers from the front line, were evacuated to the south.
In the car, a soldier, an officer, a returnee, his body was covered with scars.
In their eyes, there is fatigue, unwillingness, and pain.
The convoy passed slowly.
Suddenly a soldier jumped out of the truck and rushed north.
"Qian Peng, come back!"
In the truck, a martial artist returning to his ancestors pulled the door, leaned out and shouted.
Seeing that the soldier did not obey the order, the warrior jumped out of the car, quickly chased after him, and threw him down.
Li Xiang looked over.
I saw that the soldier was still very young, only seventeen or eighteen years old.
"You let me go!"
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"My mother is still in Tongchuan!"
The little soldier with a broken arm struggled.
The warrior shouted: "It's gone! Tongchuan is gone!"
"Your mother is gone!"
The little soldier roared, "Liar, I don't believe it, my mother is still waiting for me!"
The warrior slapped him with a slap, "Wake up to me! The northwest defense line collapsed, and we lost more than 50 people. Don't you think it's not enough!"
A slap made the little soldier stunned for a moment, then he knelt down on the ground with a plop, his head hitting the mud again and again.
Helpless, hopeless.
The warrior lifted him up, picked up the gun that fell on the ground, and put one in his arms, "Hold the gun for me, and only if I live can I avenge your mother!"
He turned around again and shouted at the wounded soldiers in the car, "Eighth Company! All of them, get out of the car!"
Dozens of wounded soldiers jumped out of the car, and those with broken legs were also carried down.
The warrior turned around and shouted at the crowd: "Let the children and the elderly get in the car!"
Among the crowd, someone cried.
A child was sent to the car.
Someone went to help the old man, but the old man yelled, "Go away, I can move, save a place for the children!"
Another old man said, "Master, I also served as a soldier and fought monsters and beasts, you brats, don't look down on me!"
All the old people refused to get on the bus.
then.
The military cards are full of children.
In the convoy, all the wounded soldiers gave up their positions.
Military trucks, carrying children, left slowly.
"Mom, I want mom!"
"Dad, come up quickly!"
In the car, the children were crying.
"Baby, Mommy will come to you soon!"
"Brother Feng, be good, you must be good!"
Young parents, running with the car, waving and crying.
But they couldn't catch up with the vehicle after all.
A convoy full of children headed south.
Also to the hope of living.
in the team.
The little soldier put his gun on his back, stepped forward, and with his remaining arm, supported a burly old man in his 90s.
The middle-aged man who had punched the official came over, squatted in front of a lame wounded soldier, and carried him on his back without waiting for him to refuse.
The lame wounded soldier said stubbornly: "Brother, you put me down, I still have one leg, I can walk."
The middle-aged man looked forward: "The battle ahead must have been very hard."
Lame and wounded soldiers burst into tears.
People, keep going.
Li Xiang stood by the side of the road, watching all this in silence.
Looking at this scene, it was staged in the vast northwest land.
And further north, the speed of the army of millions of monsters going south is far faster than these people.
The northwest section of the sixth line of defense has already collapsed, and there are less than 40 people still struggling to resist on the front line.
And what they have to face is the brutal army of millions of monsters.
They fought for ten days with their blood and their lives.
But this is not enough.
The mass migration of 4000 million people will take more time.
Li Xiang turned his head and looked at the soaring evil spirit that was rapidly approaching.
Behind the huge Mausoleum of the First Emperor, hundreds of engineering vehicles and transport vehicles suddenly evacuated.
The convoy left Qin Shihuang's Mausoleum and came to the side of the road.
The head of the Chang'an History Museum shouted, "Get all the cultural relics out of the car!"
The archaeological expert was surprised: "Curator, the cultural relics that have been rescued with great difficulty, these are the treasures of the Kyushu civilization!"
The curator stared at him, "Civilization is created by people, please remember, these people behind us, these compatriots living on this land, they are the most important, the carrier of civilization !"
He looked at the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, where less than a tenth of it had been excavated, "I think, if the ancestors of the ancient Qin Dynasty knew about it, they wouldn't want their descendants to be buried in the belly of monsters."
The curator gritted his teeth, turned around and ordered:
"Put down all cultural relics, let children, the elderly, women, and patients get on the bus first, and take as many as you can!"
The archaeologist asked, "What about you, the curator?"
"I"
The curator looked at the soldiers, men and women who were struggling on the road, "I am with them."
Stride into the crowd.
Step into the torrent of history.
Give time to civilization.
Instead of giving civilization years.
Yet at this moment.
Suddenly there was an exclamation from behind.
The curator turned around suspiciously.
Then I saw a figure flying up from the side of the road and floating over the Mausoleum of the First Emperor.
Slowly spread your arms.
Time seems to freeze.
The torrential rain between heaven and earth stopped falling and quietly suspended in the air.
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